When it Rains, it Pours

There is the headline.

Tyler's work was offering free tickets to an Owlz game. We thought it would be nice to take Mom and Tim while they were here. My mom really enjoys baseball, and Tim would enjoy playing with the girls at the playground. I of course was not going to go because Daisy is still a bit young to take out in a crowd. Tyler felt bad leaving me at home, but I told him I would be fine snuggling with my little one.
I settled in for an evening alone, content to crosstitch when she was sleeping and play with her when she wasn't. I turned on The Sting which I haven't seen in ages (totally worth the view if you haven't seen it) and was thoroughly enjoying myself.
Half way through the movie, I paused to go upstairs and change thread colors. While strolling past the loft, I looked out the window and noticed that it was a bit wet. Hmmm, I wonder if it rained on the family at all?? This thought barely passed through my mind when the front door opened and six sopping people came into the house. They all seemed to be in high spirits despite their rather damp clothing. My evening alone ended rather abruptly, but I didn't mind.

It was really fun to have my mom and nephew here for the week.

They are safely back in Washington now, but they will be missed. Thanks again for coming you two. Next time you see us, Daisy won't be the same at all. I am already worried about how fast time will go. She is already two weeks old today. Where is my pause button? Or at least could I turn off the fast-forward?